No mercy in my heart

I was born for war, not for love

Rage and voices of my dying enemies

Fill my soul and my heart

War craft is my life

Stern school of life taught me how to fight

Instinct told me what to do

Always watchful, always ready

Conscious of bonds of blood



I am waiting for another battle...when Wotan summons me

Rage is my guide, hatred my consolation

When I have to choose, I always choose a sword

When death and life becomes the One

Creed of sword must be cruel and unforgiving

In dance with death I delight in cries of the defeated

Staining in blood of the enemy I become herald of cruelty

In bluster of clashing steel I hear my breath

In the eyes full of fear I see reflection of my face



Sword is my thought, my voice and my will

No mercy in my heart

Fires of hatred burned it

Bloody streams mark my way

Blood shed in a battle mixes with the soil

Before wild beast come

And mangle dead corpses



I will bury my brothers who died

No room for peace in my heart

I will bear my burden 

Where Gods wage the battles

i will look for soothe in cruelty of war

And in taste of blood

Before rain cleans my wounds

From harden blood and ashes

I will raise my sword

And go where my brothers

Are fighting to their last breath



Hymns of war will fill the empty space

Sound of drums will break the sky

Clashed in deadly hag

We will cry our names to the Eternity

The dead will find their place in Valhalla

And on lands where they waged their battles

Following the voice of blood

The way of our ancestors

Memory of them will live forever